Infinite spooky game

The young priest has the most devout faith and can hear the voice of God, but religion is no longer a worship of God, but a means of oppression and profiteering.

The priest walked around the city and witnessed the conflicts between priests and believers. After returning to the temple, he told the god he believed in: "Lord, I saw priests wantonly taking the believers' money and using it to decorate their own homes; I saw the bishop deceiving ignorant girls just to satisfy his own lust; I saw your believers suffering, and I wanted to stop those who falsely spread your will!"

After spreading his authority, God seemed to have exhausted his past love for his believers. He only said to the priest calmly and coldly: "Go, I will not interfere, and I will not pay attention. But you must know that individual power is weak and the trend of history is difficult to reverse. As long as there is depravity in human nature, suffering will not end."

People are born with original sin, greed is endless, and profit-seeking is instinctive, but it has always been this way does not mean it is right, someone needs to change it. The priest sighed and said, "But no one is born to be an animal."

God stopped speaking, conveying his tacit approval. The priests left the temple and, relying on his remaining authority, spread new doctrines and laws.

When deception and oppression finally disappeared from this land, smiles appeared on the faces of believers again; they believed that God was merciful, no longer feared God, and began to promote their own desires.

The priest returned to the temple, but could not find God anywhere. What is more terrifying than falling asleep is disappearance.

God left, and after the believers no longer believed in Him devoutly, the sacred city became a godless city.

However, the priest knew that the Holy City could be without everything except God who could protect them.

……

The players followed Father Laci, walked around the tall statue with its eyes lowered to the right of the long table, and entered the narrow corridor in the shadows.

The relief carvings on the walls on both sides of the corridor have been worn away, and the door openings are deeply embedded in the walls, like mottled scars on the stone brick walls of a tomb passage.

There are six doors on each side, which just match the seating arrangement of the players at the long table. The stone slabs above are numbered with Arabic numerals. At the end of the corridor is a stone door with the number "0".

The players found their own rooms based on their previous seats in the hall. Asakura Yuko raised her eyelids and looked at the [Pagan] card in the upper right corner of her sight, and suddenly realized a problem: Pagans can kill people at night, but how to do it specifically?
In any case, knowing the rooms of each player will provide a lot of convenience for killing, and you can even be precise about which person to kill.

She was not the only one who realized this problem. The tall woman smiled and asked, "Mr. Priest, do we have to enter the rooms with the corresponding numbers? I heard that there are dangers at night, and I am quite scared. I wonder if I can share a room with my friend?"

Father Rach spread his hands and said, "Of course you can go to someone else's room to discuss at night, but when a crisis comes, the guests in the room will be more likely to be in danger."

He changed the subject, and the smile on his face became ambiguous: "However, staying in your room may not be safe. Since the great Holy Lord fell asleep, the temple is not sure to be safe."

After the Holy Lord fell asleep? When they first entered the temple, the image of Qisi sitting on the main seat, waking up from a dream with a gloomy look, popped up in the players' minds. They really couldn't understand how the God NPC's sleep could have such a big impact on the dungeon.

But soon, new doubts began to arise in their hearts: Could there be more than one Holy Lord? Was Zis, who was once a player, really the "Holy Lord" mentioned in the dungeon background?

Of course, this is not something that the current players need to consider. Fujiwara Shinno looked at Fu Jue and suggested with a smile: "Since we are all in danger, why don't we share a room with two people, one with a higher ranking and the other with a lower ranking, so that we can take care of each other if something happens..."

Fu Jue glanced at him quietly and said, "This is a camp game. Assuming that there are indeed four pagans, the probability that any two people are in the same camp is only 17 out of 33."

"We are all human beings. There is no need for us to fight against each other in the final instance." Fujiwara Shinno said, "But we can follow the principle of voluntariness and choose whether to live with others."

This proposal was reasonable, and several players who knew they were ranked low began to chat up those in the top 100, but Asakura Yuko was not among them.

She had already sensed a subtle sense of disharmony.

Normally, even if they decide to cooperate, players will not develop a leadership plan right away; even if someone is indeed not confident in themselves and wants to live with others, they should talk about it in private instead of adopting this way of speaking that advocates in public.

After all, they are all players on the list. Except for the obviously strong Fu Jue, the others are most likely not willing to submit to each other. Moreover, they have some idol baggage and are unwilling to show their cautious side.

But in this copy, the establishment of the leader plan was too smooth, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, including the current co-living plan.

——It’s like someone is conspiring to set this up.

"Another internal fight? They haven't even figured out the copy mechanism yet, but they're already attacking their own kind. What a boring and stupid group of people." Asakura Yuko withdrew her gaze, walked straight into room 11 and closed the door.

Soon, the players had discussed the arrangements of the room, and each pushed open the stone door and walked in.

William stood in his room, his back tense, his eyes moving vigilantly, observing every corner of the room.

The windowless room was dimly lit. In the middle of the room was a stone bed that looked cold and hard. In addition to the linen bedding, there was only a stone pillow that looked like a brick. At first glance, it looked more like a torture platform than a bed. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, but it disappeared when I carefully traced it, as if the previous feeling was just an illusion caused by psychological suggestion.

There was a dirty oil lamp on the stone bedside table, which was lit intermittently, providing minimal lighting. After William stared at it for two seconds, a prompt popped up on it:

[Name: Light (consumes 1 fire seed each time)]

[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]

[Effect: Go out and explore in the dark (lasts one day)]

[Note: Should I hold on to the fading hope and tread on the impending doom; or should I risk everything and embrace darkness and death?]

William walked over, grasped the copper handle of the oil lamp, and felt a little more relaxed.

“It seems that even if you are not a pagan, you can go out and explore at night. You just need to make good use of this item… No wonder, I was wondering how could this faction copy pin the hopes of the main quest on one faction.

"But it's a bit troublesome to consume fire. It seems that it is quite difficult to obtain fire at present. We don't even know how much fire is needed to unlock the ending of the main task. We have to waste it on something where we don't know what the benefits will be..."

He muttered to himself and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. In reality, he had been a pastor for a while, and even though he returned to the secular world, he still couldn't change his love for worrying about others.

Even though many things have nothing to do with him and are not his responsibility, he still can't help but take the responsibility on himself, thinking hard about how to solve them, and persuading everyone to follow his advice.

This caused him a lot of trouble in reality, and he even entered the weird game because he had half of his head smashed by an impatient robber. But fortunately, the weird game is different from reality, and most players are happy to have a leader who stands up and takes responsibility, and his personality finally came into play.

At this moment, William couldn't help but start to calculate, assuming that each player could only get one fire seed, how to allocate the uses of these fire seeds to maximize the benefits. Then he sadly realized that in the faction game, the players would most likely not listen to his overall planning...

Time passed unknowingly and it was the second half of the night. William stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a strange light, which came out from a corner of the ceiling above his head and fell directly onto the bed.

"Is there a skylight in this room?" William turned his face towards the light source, looked closely, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It turned out that it was not a window, but the face of a statue carved on the wall. Its eyes emitted a scarlet light, and its mouth kept opening and closing, as if it was biting something...

It was an arm, a human arm. With a "crunching" sound, the statue chewed and swallowed the bones and flesh, leaving its mouth full of blood and oil...

……

Qis was sitting in the hall of the temple. He listened attentively as the players entered the corridor. The sound of discussion began for a while and then died down. The sound of footsteps began to sound abruptly and then gradually became sparse. He guessed that they had entered their respective rooms.

Night falls on the Holy City, and the whole world returns to the realm of darkness. The believers, whose souls are rooted in blood-colored vines, live in houses with tightly closed doors, with their eyes closed and their vision sunk into darkness.

The corpse of Forlor rose from the graveyard and wandered the land among the dead. Through his eyes, Qis saw the night of the Holy City.

Countless corpses appeared in every corner, their flesh and blood scattered like withered petals, and then were attracted to one place by some invisible force, blending into a huge tumor.

The tumor rolled rapidly on the avenue in the city, devouring all the flesh and bones along the way. The fragments of authority that were originally scattered into light golden spots gathered here as the center. Golden blood vessels protruded from the grayish-white rotten flesh, opening and closing and wriggling.

At a certain moment, the blood vessels spread out into a piece with no visible gaps. From a distance, it looked like a golden fruit of the world. There was light suddenly between heaven and earth. The light flowed aimlessly everywhere, like the fireworks splashed after a planet was smashed into the sun. After exploding in the air, it grew into the phantoms of golden vines, wrapping the golden sphere inside.

Qi Si knew what it was. Pictures flashed back quickly: the boundless world tree, the magnificent and solemn temple, the vague shadow of God, the long table with only one candlestick lit, the eyes with flesh and tentacles wriggling in the sky, and the flowing fire falling from the sky...

He knew that it was the infant form of a god; before he was born under the World Tree, he had also been such a fruit.

"So it's here..." Qi Si laughed.

The former divine Lord granted authority to believers to share, so the authority of time and space was dispersed in the flesh and blood of each believer. But now some people want to gather the authority of time and space again and create new gods.

It doesn't matter what the starting point and motivation are. What matters is that a monster was born in the sacred city and it's unknown when it will wake up.

"You can't control Him." Qisi glanced at Father Lachi standing in the shadows and made a judgment. "After completing the initial steps, He gained consciousness and instincts. Every night when offerings are collected, He will come and eat. So you can't even stop...I discovered His existence."

Father Rach remained silent, his gray-blue eyes, backlit, looking sinister and cold.

Qi Si stared at him for two seconds, and his smile became wider: "You don't have to be so wary of me. I can roughly understand your thoughts. You think their lives come from God, but you are not completely pious, so you regret praying to the weak God for a gift.

"And now that God has disappeared, in your opinion, they should give up their flesh and blood to reshape God's authority and allow God to come again. I agree with your idea and may be able to tell you some necessary steps that you don't know about - so, do you want to pray to me?"

The silhouettes of history are disembodied in the void, the temple without its gods is lonely and silent, and the priests still do their own thing and commit atrocities in the name of gods.

The believers' dissatisfaction grew, conflicts broke out, and without God's city, the priests would lose the meaning of their existence.

But at this moment, hideous monsters rushed into the sacred city, wantonly destroying houses and eating flesh and blood... Then people realized that they needed a god.

The priest was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "I don't believe in your mercy."

"But vigilance is useless, and I do have common interests with you, such as wanting to kill those outsiders." Qi Si tilted his head and smiled, "You need the existence of God, and I only need His authority. A God who has lost his authority is better than a half-dead monster, isn't it?"

He used a tone of casual suggestion, and was clearly discussing the content of the transaction, but it sounded like he was just chatting aimlessly, which made it easy for people to forget his identity and think that he was a friend who was easy to get along with.

The priest asked, "What can you give me, and what do you need from me?"

"I know you don't care about the lives of those believers. The reason you only asked them to donate their flesh and blood is just because you are restricted by the rules. And I may be able to transform them into pagans who can be nailed to the cross and executed." Qis casually flipped the page of the book in front of him, and the three big words "pagan" were hideous and glaring.

He bent his fingers and tapped the table lightly, then smiled and said, "As for what I need... maybe I am just looking forward to the resurrection of my old friend just like you."

This was a fraud. Li was trapped in the real world and could not come back, but his life was not in danger for the time being. Even if Father Lachi really sacrificed all the believers in the city, Li would most likely not be able to come out of Chang Xu's body...

But Qis spoke sincerely, and Father Laci, with his current knowledge, obviously could not guess the specific truth behind it.

Outside the temple, Flor's body was already waiting at the door. Qisi raised his eyelids and looked at Father Lachi, and said, "Go open the door."

Father Rach did as he was told with a calm expression. Through the crack in the door he could catch a glimpse of the horrific scene of corpses dancing around outside.

Flor walked into the temple with lifeless eyes, his body drenched in the stench of decay and dripping with cemetery sand, quickly leaving a shocking trail of dirt in the clean hall.

Qis raised his right hand, and the history page with the word "pagan" fell into his arms, emitting scarlet beams of light.

"From now on, you are a pagan."

The camp identity has been successfully transferred, and everyone can be the incarnation of the Scarlet High Priest, including believers of foreign gods.

As new heretics emerged, the dome of the temple hovered with the proclamation of the rule:
[You are a believer in the night, please go out and choose your target]

[If you are sure you want to kill someone, knock on the door three times]

Flor staggered into the corridor behind the statue and stood in front of Room 12 - this was Fu Jue's room.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the stone door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

[You killed the player in room 12]

Qi Si listened to the rules with a smile on his face. He didn't think that he could kill Fu Jue by simply utilizing the copy mechanism, but so what?

Trying to make low-probability choices is an interesting thing in itself, isn't it? (End of this chapter)